now winterwear catalogues catch my attention.
all in due time.


if you're gone.
baby you need to come home.
there's an awful lot of breathing room.
but i can hardly move.


a penny in a pond.
awaken, then grit.
the crawling claws of sand.
just a slight glimpse.
from a submerged surrealism.
surface, eyes wide.
still, to be seeing hills and valleys.
ebb and ameliorate.
emancipation.
on a cold winter's night.


my air purifier is out of water again.


i found a way to let you in
but i never really had a doubt
standing in the light of your halo
i got my angel now.

perfection at 9:15 PM